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letra de eyes - joey trap

[intro]
(young rich squad)
yo’, mm, mm, yo’

[verse]
n-ggas be beefing a lot
i don’t do none of the talking, just chill with my shorty
if he want smoke, send my bro
he pull up with the action and bust with a .40
i’m with yo’ b-tch getting naughty
she drop her pants, my whip is so sporty
do what the streets always taught me
stack up my bread and just watch where you walking
i know he p-ssy, he talking, but never action
you know i’m packing
i do this sh-t with a passion
that’s why i’m splashing
diamonds is dancing
you n-ggas stuck in the past and i’m in the future
race me, i’ll lose ya’
you n-ggas copy, you junior
my n-ggas shoot, ya’ chopper gon’ tune ya’
i had to get in my bag, i had to get bread
i can’t do the broke
i just be sipping that henny, i smoke on that gas
i can’t do the coke
i’m in that phantom, like danny
yo’ b-tch drop her panties as soon as i spoke
young n-ggas getting that money
i laugh to the bank like that sh-t is a joke
we just be vibe
i’m with the gang, we call it the tribe
get with the time
jewish and sh-t, but my lawyer still bribe
can you describe me?
b-tch i’m the king, just know i get live
i’m with the tommy
ain’t no hilfiger, this chopper gon’ drive
b-tch, you a mess
you need a pack? then say less
my n-ggas is blessed
aim at ya’ top, f-ck a vest
yo’ b-tch giving neck, she like how i dress
i’m 21, so i’m stressed a millionaire
who would of guessed?
i’m finna floss like it’s crest
i’m doing my thing, shorty, you know the rest
this one don’t need any hook, i came here to gas, you came here to fish
i got my sh-t from the cook, you know he the chef, his special the brick
i write my sh-t like a book, it’s easy to me, why you n-ggas look p-ssed?
i’m sorry, shorty, you shook?
i know that you love me, i’m never gon’ kiss
you n-ggas weird, my n-gga
i’m never gon’ fear no n-gga i’m talking ’bout
you prolly fear my n-ggas
’cause we with the peels and triggers, i’m talking ’bout
banana clip on the ak
send ’em out, have you hit on the same day
i did this sh-t for the pay day
how we living, we ain’t take the safeway
b-tch, i might shoot a n-gga
meet my ruger, n-gga, yeah, yeah
i did the drums on this beat
like lex luger, n-gga, yeah yeah
‘kachi, he snapped on the melly
it’s free that boy melly, i think about murder
if i ain’t rap, i’ma felly
just wishing for opps showing up, timmy turner
b-tch, i’m the best, feel like a winner
you know the vibe
eat chicken breast, had that for dinner
you know what time, i know i’m blessed
b-tch, i’m a sinner, we finna die
gucci my vest
so if you gon’ k!ll me, shoot at my eyes
you better shoot at my eyes
n-gga better
[outro]
boy, better shoot me right in my f-cking head, you shoot at me, n-gga
n-ggas finna die today

- joey trap

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